Recollection For Good Friday
When I was eight years old, I committed my first act of poetry. (At least the first decent piece!)
Our Gr. 3 teacher read us the Easter Story from the King James version of The Bible, (they were allowed to back then) and we were instructed to tell it in our own words in the form of a rhyming poem. Now, I have been a Gr. 2/3 teacher for several years and realize that this is no easy task for kids this age.
I very quickly came up with a very succinct, bare bones Reader’s Digest version of the whole elaborate story, but somehow, I still think the 4-liner basically works!
Jesus died at Easter time
And they hung him very late
But then he rose up from the dead
And now we celebrate!
Well, probably she hadn’t done the lesson yet about adding details! I was so proud of getting a gold star and having my piece put up on the top of the bulletin board, a very prestigious placement as I remember.
That teacher encouraged me to write many other poems and stories, and to be proud of my unique ideas.
Thanks, Mrs. Cummings! You helped launch, cultivate and nurture my life long interest in writing.
I’m giving YOU a Gold Star!
Oh, and have a Happy Easter!
Mother of Invention